Lyrics of Folsom prison blues

Well i hear that train a comming, its rollin round the bend
I ain't seen the sunshine since, i don't know when
Yeah i'm stuck in folsom prison, time keeps dragging on
But that train just keeps on rollin, on down to san anton
When i was just a baby, mama told me son
She said always be a good boy, don't you ever play with guns
But i shoot a man in reno, just to what he die
When i hear that lonesome whitsle blow, i hang my head down and cry
Well i bet theres rich folk eating in some fancy dining car
Probably drinking coffee, smoking big cigars
Well i know i had it coming, i know i can't be free
But that train just keeps on rollin, thats what tortures me
Keep on rollin...
Well if they freed me from that prison and that railroad train was mine
I bet i move it on just a little farther down that line
Far from folson prison is where i want to stay
Well i let that lonesome whistle blow, blow my blues away
Well i let that lonesome whistle blow, just blow my blues away